This was how Tommy liked things. How he loves the sent of burning candles, how the red satin sheets felt under his palms, the silence except for the exception of a single heart beating, and the smell of lust hanging over the air around him. But most of all, out of all these things; Tommy loved having Merton in the middle of him and the bed.
It had been a dream of his for quite sometime after the last full moon. He couldn't understand why this was happening back then, but now he knew. They were needs that only the wolf inside of him could open up and make sense out of.
Like every dream before this is had started off small. Usually it'd start off with a simple conversation, then nearly wolfing out, and then to kissing Merton to shut up. He could never remember the snippets of words traded amongst each other before reaching the bed.
Somehow, what was present, felt a little different. It was as if this wasn't a dream and because this time he can feel himself remembering and everything around him heightening. It was so crisp and clear to all of his senses and himself. There was still a part of Tommy that was so unsure of all of this; he at least hoped that this time he'd get to the end of this and instead of waking up.
Tommy's eyes roamed over Merton, as if he were trying to memorize Merton in detail. The scent of Merton hit Tommy fast, a bit strong after realizing he had been staring at him for a while. Tommy closed his eyes and held in a soft, growling, moan.
"Tommy, I don't think this is such a good idea." Merton said, as he shifted nervously beneath Tommy. "I mean, I don't think I'm what you're looking for on that meal plan of yours."
Tommy growled again, facing Merton close enough to look scary. They were nose to nose and Tommy's eyes kept on going from glowing yellow to its jaded green. "You have no idea as to how suited you are for it Mert." was all Tommy huskily whispered into Merton's ear.
The vibration from Tommy's chest was enough to make Merton squeal. Merton didn't know whether to run or to stay anymore. Quite frankly, Merton hoped that Tommy wasn't really going to eat him. Tommy had just kissed him a moment a go, but just then told him he tasted like vanilla. He could only stare into Tommy's eyes hoping he wouldn't go wolf on him.
The glowing stopped in Tommy's eyes. Merton slowly relaxed as he closed his eyes and sighed in relief as thoughts popped up thinking that Tommy must've been possessed by something. The weight on his shoulders pushed him to the mattress, pinning him down, and just before Merton could let out a scream Tommy had kissed him again. This time the kiss was hard, passionate, lusty, and felt more like a needy-type of kiss.
Merton felt himself become lost, it was nice. It was one of his better kisses he'd ever gotten. It was definitely better than that girl who attempted to kill him. He felt Tommy's hands off of him. Merton found himself moaning, whiningly, as his hands found away around Tommy's neck.
Tommy stopped the kiss and parted slowly from Merton. Tommy's eyes were full of something sad towards Merton. "Tell me this isn't a dream"
"If it looks real, I would hope it is. Because right now I'm thinking this is a dream. That this is all something that'll end so quickly that I'll be longing for this. I mean, me and my best friend Tommy actually making out! This has got to –" Merton never finished as Tommy came down to kiss him again.
"Be a dream." Tommy said finishing Merton's sentence before continuing on. "But it's not."
"Then keep on going and prove to me it isn't." was all Merton said.
Tommy worked the buttons of Merton's shirt off and kissed is chest before moving down to Merton's pants. This was good, better than a dream to both young men. Tommy loved having his Merton in the middle of him and the bed withering beneath him.
